One of the things I dislike about dolls here is that they are all white babies with blonde hair. When a medicine woman made me pregnant on the tiny island of Rota, I became her first white-girl patient. When I gave birth to my boy and brought him back to Rota, the patriarch, the husband of that medicine woman, held my baby and cpi;dn’t help remarking, “But it’s a white baby.” Papa Tony was so disappointed in my son’s blonde hair and bright blue eyes. This gorgeous black doll is the only one I’ve ever found here that has drak skin. She’s such a magnificent creature. She perches above my desk.